Ember
Watching Aunt Cynthia talk amongst the many Lunas and their daughters, I feel a sense of belonging as I sip my juice. They started to gather around us slowly, starting with just two she-wolves who were newly made Lunas this year after finding their mates. Then the others started to join until I found myself standing tall beside my new aunt while I tried to keep a smile on my face. Now, I’m exhausted—I’m not used to talking so much with a group of wolves.
“Ember, are you okay?” someone asks, and I turn to find a she-wolf named Charlotte looking at me.
“I’m just a little tired,” I explain, giving her a reassuring smile. “This is the first big function I have ever been a part of, and I must admit that it’s a little overwhelming.”
Charlotte nods, smiling at me as she takes my hand in
